Heavy Thoughts

Chapter Three

-Zipporah-

Yawning, I sit up in my reading chair and stretch.

Exams are in a week and we're starting with the papers that make up 30 % of our final medical exams, and you cannot fail anyone, nor re-sit anyone. Its an immunity year for medical students.

Staring at my textbook, I decide to highlight a point with my purple highlighter and watch a YouTube video about nephrology. I've been touching different courses as the exam doesn't focus on one particular topic. It's always very abstract.

Watching the video on my iPad, my phone vibrates and I look towards it to find out I am having a call.

Henry

How will he be calling me by this time? In as much as I enjoy our late night talks, I told him how busy I would be because of my exams.

I've known Henry for about 3 years. We have sort of an on and off friendship. We're good one time, then he's angry and not talking to me, the next. Its draining.
I debate on answering this call right now -it's 3am and I'm studying, maybe I'll send him a text later.

Should I just answer? Maybe he has something important to say.

"Babes?" Oh God. He's always doing this. Calling me these endearments for no reason.

"Hey." I respond plainly.

"'Hey'? What's that?"

"Nothing. You called."

"I did. Cause I wanted to hear from you. But if you aren't up for it, its fine." Hah.

"You called and if you want to 'hear from me' you ask me questions. You don't expect me to go rambling about nothing. And I've told you before, stop calling me those names."

"What names?"

"'Babes, my woman, baby' and more."

"Are you not my woman?"

"You can only call me your woman when I feel like your woman."

"Really? So I should stop?" Hm, this is a trap.

"You can do whatever you want to." I respond and he chuckles. He thinks he's soooo smart. Boy give me a break.

"Okay. No problem. What's going on?"

"Nothing serious. Well, I was actually studying before your call came. You know I told you about my exams that are coming up. I was even surprised seeing your call cause I felt like, did you forget or what?"

"Oh no. I didn't o. I just wanted to your hear your voice." He pauses, probably expecting a response from me, but continues.

" How is it going?"

"Its going fine. I thank God." I respond.

After a few seconds of silence, he asks.

"Won't you ask about my day?"

"How was your day?"

"Wow. Okay. It was alright."

"Nice. Later?"

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

This is it. He likes me but doesn't want to say it. He's very cunning, he wants me to like him, and make him feel special, then he will continue to use sweet words on me. Mm mm I'm not so love starved. I know what I want, and he's not exactly it.